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If I was a man I think you'd understand You would respect goodbye But instead you prey and think it is okay Don't hang around get lost.   Pieces of your ammunition are caught
At this time I feel like love has no business with me He needs to stop knocking, because I'm not open. At least not for the likes of Him.   I don't want his money or his fancy cars,
All I want is you There's not a thing that I want more Like the rain to a crop Like the beat to a bop I need you can't believe you've got me wrapped up Sewn up like a milliner's shop  
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